The child shook and cried – as his emaciated body fought the knowledge of a fever that choked the breath of his father and captured his mother‘s before oxygen came that can’t be given, because it is held in a place where the faces of the well smile as they selfishly return to a normality… Continue reading The Choice and No Choice
Month: May 2021
My Winter in Summer
I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine… Continue reading My Winter in Summer
The Virus and World Domination
A fiercesome thing is lockdown, it growls around us like a roaring wind, that tears the fabric of lives apart and turns the hope of Spring into a winter of depression, and a lesson that sows seeds in a nation that seeks to avoid exhalation of drops of a virus; that violently takes from us… Continue reading The Virus and World Domination
A childhood lost.
Their little hands reached out and touched the sensitive screen, no longer ably remembering the last time that they had been on that squishy sofa. or sat on her knee, all warm and snuggled while adults struggled with sleepy eyes, after a hilarious time running and laughing, hugging, catching until the loud chime of the… Continue reading A childhood lost.
Borders
Arbitrarily drawn, each brace is something else’s place and loss as fences are built and concrete is laid for solutions to stop intrusions, incursions and contusions for those who try. There is a body who believes in their right and might for their own bipartisan brain to build visible walls. ===================================== A golden butterfly gentled… Continue reading Borders
Death to the Precious Earthworm
Like a centipede without legs it pushes it’s way through the thick earth, unseeing, opting to avoid stones and wood that silently strew its darkling trail, chewing on Autumnal leaves, debris of long ago. Finding new ways and rising to drink from sweet spring rains, it noses its way through he roots of wonders that… Continue reading Death to the Precious Earthworm